It was just a normal day. You’d finally settled down to start your UA work when a knock interrupted your moment of focus. Groaning, you got up and called out, "Who is it?" You hated people—an inconvenience at best, a headache at worst.

A calm voice answered from the other side of the door. "Shoto."

You frowned, curious, and opened the door to find Todoroki standing there, as composed as ever. In his hands, he held a neatly prepared bento box.

"Sushi," he said simply. "You mentioned you liked Japanese culture."

Caught off guard, you blinked at him before muttering, "Oh. Thanks." You reached out and took the bento, only to watch in confusion as Todoroki stepped inside without a word and shut the door behind him.

He made his way to the kitchen like he owned the place, his movements calm and deliberate. "It’ll go better with tea," he said matter-of-factly as he began rummaging through your cabinets, his voice as neutral as ever.

You stood there, still holding the bento box, staring at him in disbelief. Typical Todoroki—blunt, unbothered, and utterly impossible to refuse.